Chapter 88 - The Real Prince?
Those noises had to be Minze and his gang. With my current abilities, I could defeat them all—but I had to consider the consequences of killing Minze.
"Go hide."
Better to be smart than impulsive. I'd learned from earlier mistakes and adjusted my mindset. I gestured for the ostrich to hide.
It cawked and ran up the hill, pretending to be a wild animal. As for me, I climbed into a crevice and ducked behind rubble.
Less than a minute later, horse hooves thundered closer. A team of six horsemen stopped near the hill.
Minze sat in the middle, clearly in command.
Oh dear. When did my classmates pledge allegiance to this fool? Were they really that dumb?
One student dismounted, investigating the remains. He compared notes with his map and shook his head.
"Just a regular hill. I sense nothing unusual."
Crap. A tracker?
Minze barked: "Try harder! Find everything! Animals, people, or that red‑cloth rebel!"
"Yes, my lord."
